my frosty toes

In those sanguine eyes, Romulus saw the love and the desire, but he also saw the hesitance and the fear. She was afraid of getting burned again. Roman didn't blame her; their first kiss in her bedroom hadn't exactly gone to plan, so it was to be expected that she might feel a little gun-shy at first blush. He didn't want to press her too far beyond her comfort zone. He just wanted to love Lillith wholly and completely, the way she deserved to be. But no amount of love would be worth it if it was causing her pain or discomfort. As much as he wanted to kiss her more and more deeply, he knew he had to be careful with her. That was his true show of love: the way he restrained himself with her when a lesser wolf would not. It was more than just love—it was respect.

Roman was not oblivious to the sacred place he held in Lillith's heart, nor did he aim to take advantage of his position. He knew she had never felt these things for another wolf before, never let another touch her in such a manner or be as close as they were now. He'd watched her shy away from her own father's affection. Yet here he was, making the perfect bed for her divine body to lie across while her paws and arms wrapped around him and his own explored the planes of her slender body. He loved the sounds he drew from her with a well placed squeeze, particularly the ones around her thigh, hip, and the base of her tail. He knew he was awakening things within the adolescent fae, but he took his time, advancing them slowly so he could gauge how Lil was doing. No more panic attacks and hyperventilating. Only love was allowed here.

When he'd teased her for another kiss, Roman had anticipated a few more pecks like they'd shared before. Boy, did Lillith shock him when he felt her lips press to his, then wrap her svelte forelegs around his neck, press her body tighter against his, and boldly brushing over his lips with her soft tongue. Romulus gave a muffled sound of surprise, sucking in a breath through his nose and tail wagging furiously against the snowy ground. Lillith was truly pouring all of her passion and desire into this kiss, stepping beyond her own boundaries in ways that made Romulus' heart race out of control and turn his blood to lava inside his veins.

Never one to argue with more heated passion, Roman's eyes slid closed as he gave himself up to their kiss. His lips parted, slipping his tongue out to dance with hers and sample her taste. Lillith's maw tasted sweet yet heady, as if taking a long drink from a rich wine. He moaned quietly into their kiss, letting her keep the lead and guide their tongues back and forth at her pace. Her little sounds of delight brought a shiver to the young man, unable to resist giving her rump one more firm squeeze around the base of her silvery tail. A primal gnawing tension began to grow within his belly, aching for release—aching for her. Gods, how he wanted her! But no. No, he had to move slow, and he reminded himself that the benefits of their shared enjoyment would be worth the patience.

"Speech"